It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, there were rumors that it was the end of times, and then I'll be damned if it wasn't the best of times again! Go figure! If I had a dollar for every time that has happened to me I could have bought a single bottle of Diet Pepsi about three or four years ago.
Yep, that about sums up the last two weeks of my life. Are details forthcoming? Uh, no. If you're really a friend then you already know what the details are and I see no need to repeat them or titilate the unknown masses with several loads of dirty laundry. Interesting: Those last two words are a pun that only 3 people in the entire world will grok and and then either cry or laugh themselves silly over.
The very near future holds an not-so-historic meeting of tribes and will include pizza, an exchange of peace offerings, story time and an official peace treaty -- all which I hope will end in mutual understanding and group reconciliation. The only one missing will be Liz, but she has much to accomplish in the next week and I am very excited for her.